Katherine Kilgore Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

RETURN TO MY HOMEPAGE

Connecting people through photography.

I mean, the vibe here is like, whoaa, so raw and real. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk, is a piece of a grand story. I’ve seen times when the streets shined with hope. Other times, they exude brooding dark mystery – like a scene cut short, leaving you wonderin’.

Red Dirt BBQ & Music Festival